With these metal hands we pick you right up from the ground   We were happy, shameless, before Arnie(?) came around   And the sound dies out now   And the sound died out   And the sound dies out      On my hands, little burns   Give me life in return      Little mouths that feed here   Mushroom clouds that draw near   Boy meats girl, and girl steals his potential to be cruel      And the sound dies out now   And the sound died out   And the sound dies out now      On my hands, little burns   Give me life in return   On my hands, little burns   Give me life in return      Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah   Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah      Now its scattered all around   This used to be a playground   Blocks and dolls and pencils   Unaware of hassel      And the sound dies out now   And the sound died out   And the sound dies out now